| Those flowers I found you
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| Were the truest red that I’d ever seen
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| Till you cut yourself on their thorns
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| You winced and I kissed you
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| And I kissed your palms and we both laughed
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| So unaware of the gathering storm
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| It’s gonna rain, it’s gonna rain
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| Till the levee breaks
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| And a tidal wave of fear and pain carries us away
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| Another fight into the night
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| Until nothing else remains
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| How do we find harbor from the hurricane?
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| Now sheltered in shadows
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| The quiet song of your breath stirs the dark
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| Your skin like a rose 'neath my hand
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| And I can’t keep from wondering
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| Why nothing good could ever stay
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| Why faith feels like a fistful of sand
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| It’s gonna rain, it’s gonna rain
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| Till the levee breaks
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| And a tidal wave of fear and pain carries us away
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| Another fight into the night
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| Until nothing else remains
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| How do we find harbor from the hurricane?
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| It’s gonna rain, it’s gonna rain
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| Till the levee breaks
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| And a tidal wave of fear and pain carries us away
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| Another fight into the night
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| Until nothing else remains
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| How do we find harbor from the hurricane? |